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See his memory fade |
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Wife and daughter raped and killed one night |
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Life's rewards erased |
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Only one thing to look forward to |
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He wants his sweet revenge |
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Stalking lifeless streets |
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Target waiting for him underneath the light |
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Hands that shake with rage |
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Clutching ornamented bronze and steel |
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Nerves that twitch with fear |
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Like a soldier waiting for attack |
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His sweet revenge approaches |
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Springing into flight |
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Victims' scream are nothing that his heart can feel |
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His essence is freed |
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As the blade cuts from behind |
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Slicing the temple where the tender flesh |
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Joins one's only mind |
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Fighting with a desperate last breath |
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His life endures punishment a second time |
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His vision is blurred |
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As the life drops from his eyes |
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Shining the weapon as his entrails fall |
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Splattering upon the floor |
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Ripping up the pieces of nerves that keep his limbs from dying |
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Twitching as if still alive |
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Letting the body ease from his arms |
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Slowly slumping to the floor |
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Smearing all the blood along his fingertips |
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And watching where the deadman and his body lie |
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Stands atop his kill |
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Gloating on his recent victory |
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Like a lion's pride |
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Guarding over it triumphantly |
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The streets are filled with laughter |
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Sweet revenge is what he's after |
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Now he walks alone, into darkness that will only ease the pain |
